My heart is an ocean

My heart is an ocean

and his love was a late august breeze

Small waves crashed against the rocks of my fears

and the stronger this breeze became

the wilder the storm in my heart grew

Big waves started crashing against the rocks of my fears

He prayed that one day he would break them

My heart is an ocean

and our love was a hurricane

sinking the ships

of my doubts and bad memories

He prayed that one day they would drown

My heart is an ocean

an ocean caught in a cyclone in mid-January

And I wanted the wind to stop

but he thought that wind was all I needed

a strong one to carry away

the ruins of all the previous winter storms

and then a gentle, slow breeze

to bring me peace

Oh, little did he know

that sea and wind always touch

but only at the surface

that oceans are deep and dangerous

they change their minds

and never stay peaceful for long

the august breeze brought relief to the ocean

but it was only for august

My heart is an ocean

an ocean waiting for someone

to learn to swim in it

to love its depths, wounds, and cunning reefs,

instead of trying to tame something

whose only beauty lay

in its unexplored wilderness.